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[center][h2]The Hunter Manor the next night
Friday[/h2]
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Green Hill Airport was one of those grass airstrips that was surrounded by private Metal Building Hangers that contained attached Apartment homes and the only thing exciting about it was a red Biplane which sometimes flew stunts above the lake in the summer. It’s security guard was one of only two people that worked for what amounted to the Airport’s HOA and the other the tower watch Landings canceled after 22:00 hours and not resuming till 9:00 hours unless scheduled and the watch confirmed the dew wasn’t too heavy.

The Guard just smiled and waved the others through the gate as each of Tammy’s new friends arrived even handing them a map of the 1100 acre property’s roads telling them if they take the Taxi way they'll get there quicker but not to stray onto the strip which they can tell is the strip by the lights and reflective signs on either side.

When they arrive Tammy is working as a dog herder keeping several impressive dogs amused 
[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/4fc396e7-87bb-4dcc-9882-f0bc4351d5c3.jpg]German Shepard[/url] 
Alfie 3 years old 114 pounds
[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a6a6b534-88e6-4ef2-8263-559f5bb6990a.jpg]Non Docked Large Dobie[/url] 
Duchess 2.5 years old 78 pounds
[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/710641f0-1581-4253-9144-0159658ef9af.jpg]Akita[/url] 
Betsy 4 years old 132 pounds
[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/100dc477-7906-4082-8803-8fdbfb4529ad.jpg]Plott Hound[/url]  
Kebler 3 years old 97 pounds
[url=https://www.101dogbreeds.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Briard-Photos.jpg] Tammy's choice a Briard named Molly[/url] 3.5 years old 79 pounds
And one large Kitty named [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c3d4f10c-d228-451a-8c88-3d25bf5277af.jpg]Monty[/url] a 19 pound 4 year old Maine Coon

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[center]The speech she waits to give that everyone still in the rp hears then we can interact[/center]

[color=dodgerblue]”Well now we are all here I am sure you noticed I have gathered my doggie friends from my neighbors.
I chose them because they are all smart and strong, oh and while Monty the cat isn’t trained he’s also volunteering...oh and if he acts like he wants down I’d put him down he has 6 claws on each paw and isn’t afraid to use them; he’s my dad’s cat. He listens to my dad.

Now before we do the collecting part I’d say you get to know the dogs or Monty first because I talked with Emma when I took her homework over and yes I know no one got any homework. Her mom and dad are still freaking and she’s still grounded.

From what I got off Emma the deer’s instinct took over and our human smell put her in a panic among other things so I thought Dogs; dogs are part of human society so they should be easy to adapt and well if we are gonna have a look around and see if we can do anything we need a cat burglar and Monty is able to take care of himself. Believe me when I say you don’t want to feel nearly 20 pounds of feline fury.[/color]